word count: 35,000+ slow burn.
Seven years ago, Sam pointed to the moon. What followed was France, A Firefighter, London, A Balcony, and a townhouse with peach-coloured walls and an upstairs kitchen.
Lyla didn't expect to ever see "someone" Kiszka a...
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Still feeling slightly tired and sleepy, I decided to get out of bed to greet Danny and his friend instead of leaving it until the morning because it seemed to be more respectful.
I slipped out of my plain bed and walked across my empty room. I pulled on a hoodie that I wear when I'm at home but I still had my pyjama shorts and slippers. Then, I made my way downstairs to greet Danny and his friend.
Tall, lanky, auburn, brown eyes. It was the boy, now man, who shared the moon with me 7 years ago.
Amelia's party was definitely an event that played on my mind, purely because the after effects were brutal and led to me losing my best friend. However, because it led to Amelia leaving to go to boarding school and me leaving without being allowed to say goodbye, I only focused on that part as opposed to the moment Sam and I shared.
Seeing him standing there though, it brought everything back. From that moment on, I associated Amelia's party with Sam only.
Sam didn't seem to remember me, so I didn't mention anything. However the look we shared when I walked down the stairs proved that both of us didn't forget. I blanked him for the moment and directed my focus to Danny, whom I hadn't seen in a brutally long time.
He was a little taller and a lot more muscular. His look had become more unique. He had blonde streaks in his hair and he didn't dry brush his hair anymore. He was still very dreamy although not my type.
I went over and hugged him so tight. His large arms embraced all of me, which was strange because Danny used to be my size.
Sam did a small smile when I looked over at him and he reached his hand out for me to shake. The same hands which I analysed so long ago. This time, the calluses were deeper and took over more of the surface of his hand.
We shook hands for a few second and as I was about to open my mouth, he said
"I'm Sam."
I knew.
"I'm Lyla."
He knew.
A few seconds of silence prolonged as me and Sam stared at each other. I felt him remembering me. I felt him recalling the time we shared. He pulled his eyes down and stopped smiling for a moment then looked back up and smiled at me again. However this time his eyes avoided mine. As if he has remembered something sour.
"Hey Amelia, where's the bathroom?" Sam asked as I made my way back upstairs.
Meaning there was an awkward set of footsteps following me to my room.
As I walked into my room I saw my phone was lit up. It was ringing. It stopped as I walked over revealing I had received 20 missed calls within the span of 10 minutes.
It started ringing again in my hands and I answered.
"Qu'elle." I snapped at him. I wasn't a fan of the newfound spam calling.
